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| Jewels spiral down and wait Patiently In revered silence Sound of wind chimes carry Memories to the pointed ears Honeysuckle Sweet and supple Ripens the air to dusk. The ceremony begins. Twirling, tantalizing, tormenting The onlookers with Bewilderment. Beauty seduces the eye. Veined wings, miniature wings Of floral delicacies halo-ing the tiny heads Adorn the enchanted beings Who sleep between raindrops and surays. By night These elegant myths dance with the fireflies and bats, Birth the nocturnal raibow |
| Fairy Tale by Mellissa Cox |
| Shower green pastures at dawn with mischieveious gems. How mysterious these beautiful beings seem When they might hypnotize the onlookers Into a glorious sleep, resting by the locks Weave gold, cinnamon and honey within the threads to create A crown of beauty upon the blessed mortal head. Simplicity of the human heart prevents The understanding of such magical nymphs So we are challenged to delve deep within our souls To unearth the inner child Who believes in magic Of sorcerers, witches and ghosts Elves, goblins and lost souls. Let it be that if ever one is blessed enough to cry The sight of a pixie in the shadow, let it be I. |
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